Day 6

Ok, the backs are snapping and the wills are being broken. No, I am not talking about what happened in Abu Ghraib. Rather, what it feels like to wake up in the morning when you realize that you are not a Superman (anymore). If you were, you would not be sore, tired, tight and exhausted. In other words Danny's bootcamp has worked!
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We went down the memory lane and drove around Winston-Salem and Wake Forest University campus. Ended up spending a fortune in the Deacon Shop. Why don't they give a discount to alumni?? It feels like we were gouged rather than given a nice warm welcome back greeting.
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Lunch at Coppola's in the footsteps of Dave Odom and Skip Prosser (famous Wake basketball coaches). Lots of food, bellies full again. Time to hit the Hanes Mall on this shopping spree. Maaret did her thing and we boys got dizzy in the escalator. It was fun until I lost the count and got nauseated after the 11th trip up and down the two levels. Let's just say that Wilmer knows how to ride an escalator now.

On the way back we almost had our front third of the car chopped off by some nutcase North Carolina driver that thought he is entitled to cut across three lanes without any warning or sigal usage. It must be the heat and humidity that makes people drive like they had a chipmunk in their brain.
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Missy got her files and wireless connection working after the brain trust of Danny and myself went through some heavy frustration, crappy manufacturer support, and some unwavering belief in our IT skills.